He watched her with crimson eyes. The black Widow was growing tired of being anything but special. Now he had this . . . Predicament. "I-I'm sorry . . . I hadn't noticed it until now . . . I'm trying to find my children . . . It was bad judgement on my part . . ." He rolled his eyes as she began to slink away and cry. His eyes then set back on her as he stood tall. Great, so on top of having another wolves sloppy seconds he had to deal with more than one spawn from her. He sighed, why did this always have to happen? Why was he always dealt the short end of the stick?

He stood tall nevertheless, his eyes not wavering from her. "I was right in front of you at the meeting . . . You didn't notice." He grumbled. "How am I supposed to try and make this work when you don't see me?" He looked away from her, calming down his tone and body language. "Whats your name?" He asked, though it sounded more like a demand when he spoke. "Figured I should know who I'm stuck with. Even if you do sleep around." He sighed.

Maverick;